Major royal winces in pain and is rushed from key outing after freak incident
A key royal had to be rushed from a major outing after wincing in pain following a freak incident.
Queen Mary of Denmark had been preparing to conduct a walkabout in the Danish town of Gråsten along with husband, King Frederik and two of their children - Princess Isabella and Prince Vincent - when she suddenly started clutching her leg.
The family were being greeted by local mayor Erik Lauritzen - and as the Queen rubbed her leg in pain, her husband and two children looked on concerned before she went inside the town hall for assistance. It comes after Princess Anne's friend admitted that her horse accident was "so much worse" than people knew.
Mary's family carried on with the walkabout, and after several minutes, she rejoined them in greeting the crowds. It later transpired that her sudden pain had been caused after she had been stung by a wasp.
Danish publication Billed Bladet said: "The Queen certainly did not seem to be badly affected by the encounter with the stinging wasp, and she, together with the King, Isabella and Vincent, made sure to greet the many citizens who had gathered in the square."
The family outing came as the King and Queen of Denmark moved to Gråsten, where each year they stay at their summer residence. It is believed they will be joined by their other children, Crown Prince Christian and Princess Josephine, at a later date.
However, it is not the first time that Mary has been the victim of a freak event during a royal walkabout. Last year, footage emerged of her being hit by a scooter as she greeted well-wishers. It came during an official trip to Greenland when the incident took place.
Footage of the moment showed the mum-of-four greeting well-wishers who had come out to see the royal couple and their youngest children.
As Mary, dressed in traditional dress, chatted with fans, a scooter was seen nudging her legs, causing her to lose her balance and almost fall to the floor. Onlookers appeared shocked, and although Mary quickly composed herself, she appeared slightly shaken by the incident.
Afterwards, the Queen's security quickly rushed in to push the scooter rider back, and later the Danish Royal House confirmed Mary was not injured in the incident.
It was later reported that the scooter rider had been an elderly man who had tried to get closer to Mary in order to shake her hand. However, it is believed he accidentally hit his accelerator, prompting the incident, which left him shaken up, too.
Mary's husband, Fred, became King of Denmark in January 2024 when his mother, Queen Margrethe, at the time Europe's longest-serving monarch, decided to abdicate. This made Mary Queen, and she became the first Australian-born Queen of a European monarchy.
Her first brush with royalty came in 2000 when she met her future husband, the then Prince Frederik of Denmark, in a bar in Sydney during the Olympic Games.
Mary didn't recognise the handsome stranger who introduced himself as 'Fred', and she gave him her phone number. He later recalled feeling she was his 'soulmate' from that first encounter. When news of their long-distance romance broke, Mary moved to Copenhagen.
They wed in 2004 in a grand ceremony similar to that of Prince William and Kate's, with Frederik declaring, 'Mary is mine and I am hers.'
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